"I know ma. Stop fronting. Tell me you miss me." He kissed her in between his words, in love with the way her brown eyes dazed. "I miss you. And your mouth tastes like pickles." She spoke softly, a smile taking over her face once he laughed. "You wanna taste it again?" He stuck his tongue out at her, and she closed her eyes after sucking it into her mouth. She cradled the side of his face, rubbing over his prominent jawline as the kiss deepened. Dayvon's hands went underneath her tank top, breaking the kiss for a moment to get it off. The way he rubbed on her body made her moan again, missing the feeling of his hands on her skin. He hadn't touched her intimately in so long. She'd missed him.

Asianna has always had it all. Money, beauty, brains, and a sharp tongue that cuts deeper than any blade. But having everything handed to her comes with strings she's ready to cut. She vanishes from her family's and sets out to find something real. Enter Ryan cold, cunning, and the iron-fisted queen of the underground. She runs the mafia with ruthless precision and doesn't believe in asking twice. When she wants something, she takes it. And right now, what she wants is Asianna...whether she knows it or not. But Asianna isn't one to be tamed. What begins as a power play turns into a deadly dance of wills, secrets, and seduction. In a world ruled by shadows, can two queens reign without tearing each other apart?